Sexually Transmitted Expansion Ch 04

Thursday, October 14

Charlotte's phone buzzed as she held onto the pole on the campus bus to keep balanced, and she took it out of her denim short shorts.

[8:22AM] Derek: "Will I be seeing you tonight?"

[8:23AM] Charlotte: "Oh shoot! I should have reminded you... I have to study for a test tonight."

[8:23AM] Derek: "No worries. Does Saturday work?"

[8:24AM] Charlotte: "I'd love that! See you tomorrow night whenever you're free."

The bus pulled up to the lecture hall and most others stayed on as Charlotte walked to the exit doors. It could have been her imagination, but several people looked up at her from their phones and textbooks they had been focusing on to watch her exit. As she stepped onto the sidewalk, she looked at her outfit -- just a basic forest green blouse, her shorts, and tennis shoes -- to make sure she hadn't gotten a stain or a tear anywhere on it, and decided the looks were just her usual run-of-the-mill admiration. She didn't want to feel arrogant, but her butt did look great in these shorts.

She stepped into the lecture hall for her business law course, and a wave of boredom washed over her before she even sat down. Her business degree was a default choice due to family pressures that she get a "useful" degree. She found it incredibly dull, though her work ethic made it trivial to pass most classes. Daydreaming about... literally anything else, she began to imagine her life as a painter, or a clothing designer. They all just seemed so... impractical. She knew a friend who had become a video game streamer. She knew nothing about video games, of course, but knew there were other types of streaming. It was a nice daydream, but she was too far into this degree to really entertain it. Though, she thought, it might be a nice side hustle, especially to pay off student loans. She felt a twinge of excitement as she imagined hundreds, if not thousands of people seeing her be cute and flirty on camera. Not only that, but getting paid for it.

She noticed her hand was resting between her thighs, and she had been pressing on her clit through her denim shorts, absentmindedly. She casually glanced around her. The closest person was about 3 seats away, since the business school students tended to skip on Friday. She put her foot up on her knee and covered her hand with her other hand's forearm and looked vaguely toward the projector screen. What am I doing, she thought, surrounded by people in class and all I can think about is getting another orgasm?

She tried to stop, but the wheels were already in motion, once she remembered the photo on her phone of her swollen and covered with Derek's seed. She needed to get off again. She could probably get away with it. She really wanted to touch her breasts like she did when she normally masturbated, but there would be no way to do it subtly. Her nipples rubbed against the fabric with every breath, and it only made it all the more tantalizing. She could make it if she could just stay quiet. She was so close... so very, very --

"Charlotte!"

The wires were crossed in her head, and her response came out with the inflection of a porn scene. "Uhyes... Professor Williams?" she said, half-moaning. The present classmates turned to look at her and she turned red, some of them turning to glance at each other. "Uh," the professor, who appeared to be in his mid-40s stumbled over his words. "Could you explain, er, the difference between a statute and a law?"

"A statute..." She caught her breath and crashed back into reality, "...is a law enacted by a legislature." The redhead then sunk down into her seat, absolutely mortified. After a few minutes of pretending to studiously take notes, waiting for eyes to return to the front of the classroom, she pulled out her phone and texted Derek.

[9:34AM] Charlotte: "When can I see you today? I really need you and can't wait until tomorrow."

[9:36AM] Derek: "Eager, are we? What happened to your test?"

[9:36AM] Charlotte: "Doesn't matter. We can make it quick."

[9:36AM] Derek: "My last class ends at 4:50, so 5:15 or so should work."

[9:37AM] Charlotte: "Oh thank god. I should be able to survive until then. See you at 5:15."

[9:37AM] Derek: "You are insatiable. I like that."

[9:37AM] Charlotte: "Call it years of pent-up sexual urges. lol"

[9:37PM] Derek: "I don't care what you call it. I just can't wait to fill you again."

His strategically blunt wording made her heart flutter, as always. She then immediately went to the bathroom to finish what she had started in the classroom, and returned to her seat, zoning out for the rest of the class in a post-orgasmic haze.

Charlotte had several hours to cram for the psychology test she had the next day. She put on her noise-canceling headphones and music and sat at a table in the corner, cracking open a textbook and her laptop and taking notes. Eventually, she realized she was just looking at the words, distracted by her throbbing womanhood and daydreams about what she wanted to try in bed with Derek, with her hand gently rubbing between her legs again. She looked around and noticed a girl just one table away. The girl was a perfect blend of everything that Charlotte's parents would have stood against: multicolored purple, blue, and teal hair, a septum piercing, blue lipstick, tattoos, and all-black clothing. The colorful girl was eyeing her up and down, grazed her bottom teeth on her upper lip, and looked down half a second after they made eye contact. When Charlotte ventured another glance, she noticed the girl's pale cheeks were now bright red. Weird, Charlotte thought, feeling a strange emotion that she couldn't quite make heads or tails of, she couldn't possibly have seen what I was doing. Was I really that obvious?

Eventually, whether it was a move of self-control or that she had a class to head to, the girl moved away after a heavy sigh, with some conspicuous hip sway that was difficult to look away from. Charlotte blinked herself back to reality and mustered some modicum of focus for the remaining time before her booty call, and somehow resisting the urge to masturbate again, despite her pussy beginning to dampen the crotch of her shorts. I need to get home and change, she decided, and maybe get off again so I'm not pathetically desperate when I get to see Derek.

When she got home, she showered, threw on a teal cami romper with daisies patterned on it. The material was thin and silky, but she decided to forgo a bra, anyway. It was a balance of cute and sexy that would work both for quickly undressing and re-dressing, then heading back to the library to study. She put on some white flats, and touched up her makeup before jumping in her car and heading out. She touched herself throughout the process, close to making herself cum through her clothing, but decided it would be best to be pent up for Derek.

On the way to the house of her, as Kim put it, fuck buddy, Charlotte was careful not to think any thoughts that would stoke the flames of her throbbing slit, lest she careen off the road mid-masturbation. A couple minutes from Derek's, she got a text.

[4:58PM] Derek: "I'm so, so sorry. Garrett from work had a family emergency and I have to go in and cover for him. I tried to make an excuse, to no avail. I would have texted you sooner, but I was trying to find someone to cover instead of me. I completely understand if someone else needs to take care of the mood you're in. ❤️"

Charlotte was normally calm and collected to a fault, but this nearly pushed her to screaming alone in her car. As soon as the light turned green, she turned into the gas station at the intersection and briefly considered masturbating in the bathroom stall. She decided she had standards and nixed the idea. She frustratedly splashed water on her face, and went back home.

As soon as she got in the door she stripped naked and collapsed into her bed, massaging her clit with her hand. She came to the brink of orgasm within thirty seconds, and while she arched her back in bliss, she involuntarily thought of the girl from the library laying on top of her, the sweet smell of her hair, the softness of her lips...

Charlotte nearly passed out from the orgasm, but couldn't help but feel it wasn't enough. She needed intimacy. Her libido just could not be sated. Just when she mustered up the resolve to get up and head back to the library to study, the call of lust drew her back to the coziness of her bed. She thought about the picture on her phone yet again, pulling it up, and remembering how full she'd felt. It almost didn't look real. It looked like she'd almost had a gallon of cum inside of her (and more all over her), and yet it didn't hurt. It just felt... right.

She masturbated at least 4 more times, though it was hard to say exactly how many in the orgasm-induced stupor she'd put herself in. She wasn't quite sure what compelled her to, but she pulled up the picture again and posted it online during her final masturbation session, and the mere thought of thousands of strangers seeing her in such a compromised state gave her pushed her over the edge once more, before she finally passed out for the night.